Benji sat in a poorly lit alley accompanied by 3 other men. They sat in a circle in the center of them a small cardboard box can be seen. "Boom! Three of a kind!" One of the man shouted attempting to reach for a somewhat large pile of money centered in the middle of the box. "Wait!" Ben shouted with a wicked grin on his face. Angered stares and frightened looks appeared on the faces of the men as Ben slowly laid out his cards. "Full House Fuckers!" He laughed sliding all the money he won into his pockets. One of them stood reaching for his pockets but stopped when Benji stood quickly tapping his forehead with the head of a pistol. "Hey hey....calm down you snooze you loose..." He laughed running out of the alley. 50 bucks didn't seem like much to your average person but today Ben hit the mother load. He continued to run until he made it back home. By home been his park bench. He laid on the bench kicking his feet in the air like a happy child counting the money in his palms. Of course the one eyed hobo that's laughing at money like a mad man got some odd stares from the people that happened to be there or passing by. They didn't matter to him though all that matter was money and revenge. After laughing for a good five minutes straight he sat up on the bench looking at the park his facial expression dying down a bit. "Damn...." His all he was able to squeeze out. He didn't have enough money to rent a studio apartment let alone for himself. Ben clenched the money but eased up on his grip. There wasn't any other choices of income. This was the only way with someone of his particular background to survive in this cruel unforgiving world. He looked at the money again. "Prostitution... Won't work either..." He whispered to himself. People aren't into fucking on eyed weirdos so he was definitely out of the prostituton category. Ben exhaled heavily shooving his money into his pockets and leaning back on the bench looking up at the sky.